The snow and ice have been melting and gutters everywhere are full of rapidly flowing water, and depressions in sidewalk and road have become lakes, - “streams” and lakes glittering almost joyously in the sunlight. A soft delicate haze has pervaded everywhere and there is an indefinite feeling of unrest in the air that makes me wild to be up and off, roaming the fields and woods.
Charles Burchfield, February 15, 1912